I bought Hannah Sullivan's Three Poems on a whim without having heard of it, while on holiday in Hay; a couple of hours later I had read the entire volume twice, almost in a trance. This opening poem is in love with 1920s modernism, while also somehow managing to feel incredibly of the moment; fizzing, as it does, with all of the exuberance and melancholy of youth.

"You, Very Young in New York"


Written by Hannah Sullivan

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